I first came across the poem below in Celia Hunt & Fiona Sampson’s book, Writing: self & reflexivity
Something is stopping me
from writing this poem
It’s my mother
watching the page
judging my self-indulgence
or not wanting to see
the smooth surface.
It’s feeling that
Me and I
are such big words
to commit myself to
in proud print.
So I’m not going out there
on the page
I’ll just stay here instead.
The words ‘Something is stopping me from writing …’ indicate the nagging feeling that torments me when I circle the notebook, like a dog before getting into bed, over and over and do so many other things except put butt on seat and pen to paper. I know I’m writing this post right now, but otherwise here’s a list of what seems to be stopping me from writing today.
- it’s raining
- the plumber has left, the bathroom is in a mess and I don’t know when he will be back
- I need another cup of tea
- Twitter needs checking, just for a second
- the fridge needs cleaning
- I don’t know if I should tidy up the books on the floor
- I have a visitor coming tomorrow night
- should I order a book online or check my local library
- I’ve just heard that the plumber is definitely not coming back today
Dare I go to the page alone? And I know that when I start to write I find that I am not alone at all! The tricks that the mind plays on us all.
What is stopping you from writing today?
If you are reading this today you are still in time to book for the last place on my last public workshop for 2012. It’s on next Sunday, 25th November in Carrick-on-Suir and you will find the details here
And nothing will stop any of us from writing on that day. This is something I can guarantee!